I finished this painting last night.
It's my 8th oil painting, and my first that isn't of a place or person that exists; I didn't paint from reference. As with every painting, I am not completely satisfied, but happy with what I've learned, and excited about the next.
This one took a strange course. It started like this:
and I got bored with it, and did this:
which eventually turned into what it is now.
Back to SF over the weekend for a conference.
I taught my 5yo daughter how to correctly use the term: Pshaa! A few days ago, we were having a 'yes!' 'no!' battle when I switched yes up to 'pshaa!'. Last night at the dinner table she used it perfectly. So proud.